in a nutshell

My name is Angela, but I answer to Ang, Andrea, and Mommy.

I am 42 years old, but somehow feel both 26 and 149. Sometimes at the same time.

I love Jesus, but hate at least 2/3rds of the humans He created.

I consider myself a good wife but a lousy housekeeper.

I love being a mother but don’t particularly like children.

Quality time and sarcasm are my Love Languages.

Yes! You absolutely can drop by, provided you give me 15 minutes to panic-clean and put on pants.

I know that 1 in every 33 births result in multiples. I know that gap narrows to 1 in 12 for subsequent pregnancies. I know this is why my tubes are cut, burned, and tied. Not today, Satan.

I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within.

Birth stories, theDodo.com, and Soldiers-returning-home videos make me happy-ugly-cry. 

Being interrupted, a poorly made bed, and that Christmas Shoes song make me want to punch somebody.

I’m an extrovert with crushing social anxiety.

To deal with stress, I crack jokes. They will be awkward and make the situation 10x worse.

I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes.

I look grand in orange, red, and pink, but rubbish in yellow and blue.

I am a writer.

I have a dog named Henri. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related.

I am slightly neurotic. No I’m not. Yes I am.

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